Souq Omdurman was the beating heart of our mother city. It was a merchant's paradise, a meeting point and a lifeline. A market where more than money changed hands. Understandings, ideas and jokes were shouted down its boulevards and, as visitors passed by, they were either beckoned into the shops or mocked for interrupting the banter. Every trip was an excursion. My friends and I went for silver, antique records and leather. Our mothers went aft…
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Souq Omdurman was the beating heart of our mother city. It was a merchant's paradise, a meeting point and a lifeline. A market where more than money changed hands. Understandings, ideas and jokes were shouted down its boulevards and, as visitors passed by, they were either beckoned into the shops or mocked for interrupting the banter. Every trip was an excursion. My friends and I went for silver, antique records and leather. Our mothers went aft…